Captain Tord upon hearing his cue, approached the logistic map board, as 2nd Lt Gricks said , “Captain.” Tord reached for the writing implement, starting to draw lines with the determination of chef in a kitchen trimming out a fillet.
Tord drew two bold lines, one just behind the dark spot where the entrance to the mountain was, heading west. The bold line Tord drew, was just beyond the entrance of the large hill, heading east on the road. “ This distance you see here is the assault zone.” He paused, pointing to each hill, saying, “On the comm. This will be big top. Little top. Big “T”. Little “T”. Captain Tord paused again before speaking. “ This is how this moving ambush will commence. It will start from above. And below. The motorcade will enter the first, the tallest hill entrance here. According to intel from their sky scouts the President’s car will enter this position in the motorcade. As they……” “Sir?” “Yes.” “ Sorry to interrupt…” The Captain kindly lower the pointer from the canvas area, listened with great care to the young 1st Lt. Dragon’s question, “ Go ahead 1st. Lt.. Fire away.” “ What is a ’sky scout’ ?” “ A chaplain. In this case, four of them. Great question. Alright….. When the Pres. enters the tunnel, I will be there underground, to meet him. Why? I want that vehicle. He is in. Not to go by. We all want to make sure he is there. Above our heads. The Chaplins planted a little something on him to let us know he’s there!” Captain took a deep breath, smiles at the 1st Lt., then started again. “ My team and I will enter the tunnel of Big T, through the sewer system inside the tunnel. To make sure he is where he is supposed to be. Simultaneously, my cut-off road team approaches from the forest. Neutralize their assets guarding the area. The V-220’s will drop from the belly of the Star cruisers. Straight down to the elevator shaft, through the entry atmospheres. They began high altitude free fall drops of assault assets on the ground. A total of 44 Dragons will drop out of the sky. Included in that 44 will be six flying wingman – hushin’ and flushin’ enemy personnel on the way down. Also Jock Doc and his three D2’s, will be on site, to engage and bandage.” The parawarriors leader, ol’ Captain Jock Doc and three person team padded each other on the back , feeling great as Tord mentioned their involvement in the ambush.
“ Deployment is as follows. Ten Dragons on each top. Big T. Little T. The entrance to the mountain fortress, must be destroyed with fire from atop, Little T. A very important part of the mission. You know there are assets inside that mountain trained for this scenario. I do not want anything bigger than a very large bug coming out of there! Dragons on little T must also destroy the tunnel exit from little T. Alot of good work, to be done there also. Little T team. You Dragons must secure and maintain suppressing fire on the exit tunnel of Big T. Dragons on big T must secure entrance to little T. I want criss-cross lines of fire. “ Captain Tord illustrated these fire team positions, by drawing criss-cross lines along the road from little T to Big T.
“As this happens, My team of six Dragons and I will confirm the positioning of the President in the correct vehicle. Rise up from the sewer. Chase down the Pres. Grab him, from the vehicle as we neutralize his escorts. Collapse the tunnel in the middle of the Big T. Then move out to the tunnel exit of Big T, into the open road area of the extraction zone. Extraction zone is dead in the middle of the road. Between Big T and Little T. There will be four Dragons on both sides of the road neutralizing and securing all targets. You Dragons on the top of Big T, must destroy the entrance to the big T tunnel. And keep suppressing fire on the rest of the armored motorcade and their support assets, heading in to crush our ambush. A very important job. This fully armored motorcade will have orders to protect their Eastern Continental President. They will be very serious.” Pausing as the Captain thought once again about the potential loss of life, by Eastern Continental soldiers dying for the wrong reasons. He reiterated, “ I want to be in and out of here ASAP!
“Brains and guts! Brains and guts! Guts and Brains,” Slamming the pointer to the board Captain Tord, as he pounded his chest, “D” will attack big T from the left side of the road. Heading north, entering the sewer system. The Combat Controller - “ A “, Tord pointed at 2 Lt. Gricks, “Will hit the ground first, from above to secure the LZ in the middle of the extraction zone. “ A “ will also direct operations for low-altitude re-supply, from five of the seven V-220’s, flying low providing suppressive and defensive fire power from above.” A couple of shouts of ‘hoo-ray’, let out just then, from some of the junior commanders of the V-220’s and their gunners. Because they knew their boys lived - lived to fire up their three high tech machine guns, on board of each craft, along with their nasty nose cannon.
The Captain’s voice crescendoed quickly, as he pointed to a mighty, mighty, weathered looking, older Dragon warrior, kicking sand about with his boots, “ The Master Gunny Sgt. Naols, over there….. chewing shoe leather, with that stone jaw of his!”…….A few chuckles rose from the group , while the Captain finished, “…..Aah……ah … well it is made of stone!” Most of the Dragons busted out with laughter or more loud chuckles. “ The MGSgt. Noals, who is the “ B “ will be directing and redirecting all ground and aerial fire power, from the north slope of the extraction zone. Over here. He’ll be off of my right shoulder. When we emerge from the tunnel under Big T, with the President. . ” Shaking the pointer toward, MGSgt. Noals, the Captain said, “ Hey, Gunny. “ “ Yes, Sir Captain. “ “ Make sure you keep that sniper and suppression fire real clean. Too, too, clean. When I head out the tunnel with the President!” “ You can bet on it Captain. “, responded the MGSgt. with pride. “ By the way. He is “ B “. He’ll be right here”, pointing out the MGS’s location on the board plan, once again, reinforcing understanding.
“ The 22nd CT has sent ten. I repeat 10 Blue Fireball interceptors to sweep the skies, for us while we complete the mission. They will be deployed from the other battle cruiser. The CT has had them here on regular S.O.P. quadrant patrol. That does not include the interceptor squadrons on board each cruiser. I can not guarantee the cruiser squadron will be at our disposal. They may be defending the two cruisers from attack from below. We do not how high this treasonous coup, goes up the military chain. It could involve of elements of the non- CT planetary space force.” He shook his head looking at the faces smiling back at him, “This should be a party,” the Captain quipped with an extremely wide grin. “ All kidding aside. This extraction should not go on longer than eight to ten minutes. From the time, my team blows out the sewers, to when the V-220’s begin our extraction from the ground. Heading up. We are going to blast our way up to the cruisers to safety. They may be engaging hostiles as we ascend home to the star cruiser.” Tord took a very deep breathe. “ Any questions? “ Looking around for any responses, seeing none, Captain Tord announced to his warriors. “If you are not clear . Check with your team leaders for clarification. Good. Good. And double good! Dismissed!
The briefing broke up. The Dragons advanced to the V-220’s. “ Hold up there….. Tech Sgt. Alls ,” the Sgt. Major Tothon called out boldly. “ Yes. Sgt. Major,” catching the Tech Sgt., by surprise, to the point where he almost lost his balance trying to, locked up going into “attention” for his Sergent. Sgt. Major Tothon announced, “I hear you better be real, real careful, up there with those mountain folk.” “ Why is that Sgt. Major?” “ In those mountains they got a tree rat up there, those mountain folk love to eat. And you know what? Those lil’ tree rats……well… their little nut sack is considered a delicacy to eat up there…. . Why if they ever got a whole of you, they’d have to give a party.” Everyone within earshot went berserk and almost crazy with laughter. Because they all knew, that the body anatomy of Tech Sgt. Alls species, had very small penis, with a gigantic ball sack containing six humongous testicles.
Will Anna work well with the other assets on this mission?
Six testicles?
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